Soul Saver Snippet

I’ve been seeing a little more books with first person point of view (POV) from more than one character–mainly the hero and heroine.

What I remember about first person POV was that it was from one character, throughout the whole book (Like my Wasteland Trilogy)–but the idea of doing first person POV for both…I’m on board.

So, I’m re-working one of my works in progress that was only the heroine’s first person POV to both.

WOW. I’m having so much fun.

I thought I’d share a little snippet of Soul Saver. It’s Tanner’s POV. He’s an Empath, and in this scene, he gets to touch the heroine, Morgan (former druggie/prostitute) for the very first time:

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Part of the gifts we got from Almighty. Unique steel-colored eyes after we were chosen. Mine didn’t carry the Sight like hers, but the power she’d inherited only enhanced the beauty. I loved how the skin creased below her left eye, forming a dimple when she smiled. The longest eyelashes I’d ever seen shadowed her irises and curled up at the ends.

Mesmerizing.

Holding her gaze, I slowly reached for her hand. My fingertips grazed the back, and her skin felt as silky as I’d imagined it would. Hell, I’d dreamt of feeling all of her skin several times.

Following the throbbing vein between her middle and ring fingers I traced the curve of her wrist bone to the inner side.

My breath hitched at the same time hers did.

I brushed my fingers over the sensitive flesh until they met her palm. One by one, I twined my fingers with hers, basking in the warmth surging from her skin. I couldn’t pull my gaze from the sight of it. My body absorbed every spark of energy from the contact.

Once each finger twined with hers, I curled them closed, holding her hand tight, my palm open to hers. Pulses of electricity cascaded up my arm and settled in my chest.

She tightened her fingers, consummating our connection. I drew in a quick breath and heard her do the same. She looked at me with wide, dilated eyes.

Surprise, respect, desire all coiled around my spine, but I couldn’t tell if they were my emotions or hers. Or maybe both, just intermingled. Fused together.

I’d finally touched her. Something I’d wanted to do for nearly six weeks.